Oh Boy, We're Opening for Michael Cera Palin!

Oh boy, oh yes. I can die happy, I can finally rest. The kids will all see, the kids will all hear the dark, perverted thoughts I keep between my white ears. And the band that plays next will get to make a joke about our awkward set, so that's great! It was all for you, and I named it "Captain Jazz" so I'd get sued. And so you'd click. And pretend. "Oh, I heard of them, yeah! But I don't know if I listened." "I watched the music video, it was sort of cliché..." "They sound like 'Michael Cera Palin' in a screamy sort of way!" Well, I can talk to angels, and I see through time. I'm as powerful as god, at least for tonight. When we're spinning and shaking, I'm drunk and it's dark. With pierced rose legs and hockey stick arms. Three old TVs and a 96 Dodge parked in a row in a burning down garage AND IM HOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!